CHANCES TO MOVE MOUNTAINS

holy tits on a stick, thank you muse ♥



The scraggly shadow that branched out into jagged tendrils from her dainty paws was all that accompanied the enigmatic sovereign on her journey throughout her kingdom, performing the now-routine duties of scouring the entirety of the realm for trespassers as well as ensuring none breached the boundaries indicated by her domineering aroma by refreshing the markers while she lumbered along. The job she had strived for and dreamt of since the moment she had first held power in her firm grasp was now becoming less desirable by the moment, reduced to something akin to a chore that pestered the wench as much as it appeased her. Perhaps there had been a miscalculation in her prediction of the life an imperial queen lead, believing it once to be equivalent to lounging in the lap of luxury, but now that she had finally obtained the reigns of control, her viewpoint had shifted. There had been nothing left to aspire towards and no schemes left to produce once she had actually breached her long-term goal, and the once-ardent viper had been left with no dreams to chase after and a lack of the thrill she had thrived upon during her limited days as a daydreamer. The queen had accepted that her life had become dull once everything she had ever desired was in her possession, and thoughts such as these oftentimes lead her to believe that her purpose in life had been prematurely fulfilled and that not many milestones remained in her future. However, such assumptions did not intimidate or depress the wraith, but rather fueled her with pride at the knowledge that there were no more mountains left to conquer or pedestals to destroy ? she was at an understanding, permanently comfortable.


Although those thoughts always whirred at the back of her mind, she was uncertain as to whether or not she would ever truly act upon her impulses and end her trek while it was so glorious just so that it could conclude upon a positive note, for there were still three attachments to provide that much energy to keep her walking at an easy pace. Her hold upon leadership, however, could be relinquished at any moment, but there was a pull towards the pack within her possession that desired to see it prosper rather than crumble beneath disbandment or faulty authority as it had so many instances in the past, so she truly could not simply remove the crown embellishing her skull with the knowledge that it could fall into the wrong paws. Should either of her children had been of age and exhibited potential for such a demanding position, it was probable that she would hand the pack into their capable grasp; alas, they were still under a year and entirely too inexperienced, leaving the woman with no other option than to keep trudging along and bearing the weight of the pack on her shoulders. It was tedious but it was what she had bargained for and what she would maintain until an opportunity arose ? if it ever would.


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